Broken
Broken just beneath the surface. A circle of words flowing over, colorful, loud voices, waiting for eyes to see, hearts to feel, emotions to erupt.
Reality becomes what is
Broken just beneath the surface. A circle of words flowing over, colorful, loud voices, waiting for eyes to see, hearts to feel, emotions to erupt.
Reality becomes what is
It was a difficult decision sharing what has felt like a lifetime. Voices called through the wind, sun the storms and the calm. Stopping only long enough for me to document them. And so as if instruct
crests of the sun; moon falling on my head splitting in half my forgotten life making it better than before long gone hope my eyes (sealed shut) -Everybody has a story... these are our-